Chapter 4 - Eviction Notice
“This party is over,” I announced, my voice ringing out across the grand ballroom, carrying an undeniable command that silenced the room instantly.
“You can’t do this!” Veronica shrieked, tears of pure rage staining her expensive makeup. “This is our home! We live here! We throw charity galas here! You can’t just kick us out of our own house!”
I turned to Marcus, raising an eyebrow. “Is it their house, Marcus?”
Marcus pulled a second set of documents from his briefcase, flipping to the property deed. “Actually, Mrs. Sterling, the penthouse, the Hamptons estate, the European villas, and all primary real estate holdings were purchased using capital exclusively drawn from the primary beneficiary’s trust fund. Under the newly enacted asset recovery clauses, all properties are locked pending forensic review.”
Marcus signaled toward the double doors. Two private bailiffs stepped forward, holding official eviction notices and property seizure seals.
“You have two hours to gather your personal belongings and vacate the premises,” Marcus stated clearly. “Any attempt to remove corporate property, jewelry purchased with company funds, or high-value assets will be logged as grand larceny.”
The socialites who had laughed at Chloe’s cruel slideshow fifteen minutes ago were now frantically backing away toward the exits, desperate to distance themselves from the sinking ship. The Sterling family name, which had commanded fear and respect in New York for decades, had dissolved into a public spectacle in less than half an hour.
Chloe stood frozen in the center of the room, her expression alternating between shock, humiliation, and burning hatred. She looked at me, her chest heaving, the emerald dress I wore mocking her entire existence.
“You think you’ve won?” Chloe hissed, stepping forward through the gap in the crowd, her voice dripping with venom. “You think a few legal papers make you powerful? You’re still nothing. You’re just a lonely, bitter girl sitting in an empty house.”
I didn't blink. I didn't flinch. I simply tilted my head, smiling faintly.
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“At least I’m sitting in my own house, Chloe,” I replied quietly. “And you? You’re about to find out what the real world looks like without my father’s credit cards.”
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